I like you are silent

I like you are silent, it is as though you were absent,

And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.

It seems as though your eyes had flown away,

And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul.

You emerge from the things, filled my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,

And you are like the word Melancholy.

Let me talk to you with your silence.

It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

You are like the night, with it’s stillness and constellations.

Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

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By Pablo Neruda